I always look forward to the Super Bowl commercials, because they provide a snapshot of what my schlub brethren have been up to in the past year. Are they still all about inventing clever contraptions to cheat each other out of beer? Still scoping out hot chicks, despite their involvement with an improbably hot wife and/or girlfriend? Still put out with that improbably hot wife and/or girlfriend's demands that they go shopping and attend chick flicks? Still working in that same ratty old office, and spending lunch breaks talking about the latest fast food items? Still taking on animal form–perhaps as a party-happy dog–like the tricksters of folklore?